My issue with the notion of quiet quitting is that it is so hierarchical--one's happiness is entirely dependent on someone else's (a boss's) actions. But for every good boss, there are a dozen bad ones, and for every good job, there are a gazillion bad ones. So your alternatives are to work the bad one and watch for the good ones to come along, to quit and leave the workforce altogether (my solution), or to take over the organization from your lowly spot by sheer force of personality (my wife's solution). The idea of simply lowering your head and quiet quitting, of committing yourself to a worklife of endless, dull misery, isn't sustainable. So I never waited to get quiet fired--it was much easier to just piss them off enough that they loud-fired me (with compensation of course). No one should tolerate a bad boss. In fact, there should be a law against it.
Thank you for explaining what "quiet firing" is. Even though I've experienced it, I never knew it had a name! I've always felt conflicted about hustle culture and you put everything so nicely into words. Thank you, Ashley!
Btw, would love a segment on your pasta knowledge! It looks like such a nice (and delicious) way to focus on the present :)
Thank you for sharing this piece. Quiet quitting has been surfacing a lot on my LinkedIn feed too and it has definitely made me think. The tortellini look amazing by the way, would love to see the final product if you did make them :)
Those pictures look heavenly. Can only imagine how good that pasta was!
And thanks for tackling quiet quitting; it's a term that bubbled up so rapidly, and with such eager embrace, that I still have a lot of skepticism about it. Mainly because, as you said, it's just doing your job. (I got one industry round-up; the top link was something like HOW DO WE STOP QUIET QUITTING!)
In the arts, I'm especially curious how to identify the line between "hobby" (or passion) and work: like all overlapping grey areas, you need boundaries, but when your livelihood is also the thing that gives you *life*, the guardrails can (and often) come off.
My issue with the notion of quiet quitting is that it is so hierarchical--one's happiness is entirely dependent on someone else's (a boss's) actions. But for every good boss, there are a dozen bad ones, and for every good job, there are a gazillion bad ones. So your alternatives are to work the bad one and watch for the good ones to come along, to quit and leave the workforce altogether (my solution), or to take over the organization from your lowly spot by sheer force of personality (my wife's solution). The idea of simply lowering your head and quiet quitting, of committing yourself to a worklife of endless, dull misery, isn't sustainable. So I never waited to get quiet fired--it was much easier to just piss them off enough that they loud-fired me (with compensation of course). No one should tolerate a bad boss. In fact, there should be a law against it.
Thank you for explaining what "quiet firing" is. Even though I've experienced it, I never knew it had a name! I've always felt conflicted about hustle culture and you put everything so nicely into words. Thank you, Ashley!
Btw, would love a segment on your pasta knowledge! It looks like such a nice (and delicious) way to focus on the present :)
Thank you for sharing this piece. Quiet quitting has been surfacing a lot on my LinkedIn feed too and it has definitely made me think. The tortellini look amazing by the way, would love to see the final product if you did make them :)
Those pictures look heavenly. Can only imagine how good that pasta was!
And thanks for tackling quiet quitting; it's a term that bubbled up so rapidly, and with such eager embrace, that I still have a lot of skepticism about it. Mainly because, as you said, it's just doing your job. (I got one industry round-up; the top link was something like HOW DO WE STOP QUIET QUITTING!)
In the arts, I'm especially curious how to identify the line between "hobby" (or passion) and work: like all overlapping grey areas, you need boundaries, but when your livelihood is also the thing that gives you *life*, the guardrails can (and often) come off.